The vault of dreams displayed beneath me
as a reflection,
I was standing in the sky.
I walked further,
and stared into the looking glass below me.
It was pure enough to see the depths in the daylight.
Darkness reigned at that moment,
with only the sprinkles of glitter as its guide.
The waves flowed gently beneath me at the floor.
I closed my eyes and imagined myself there
forever.
I listened to the gentle thunder.
The Colorado river makes beautiful music
if you listen close enough,
with your heart, mind and soul.
The sounds are mesmerizing,
a rhythm beating against the canyon walls.
It was as if each wave shook hands with the earth,
meeting again after their rebirths.
The wind guided it there.
No words can capture its eminence
or its magnificence.
I only know that the universe has its own symphony,
but maybe silence, too, is the music.
The precious pause of poetic
conviction.
I went out a little further on the precipice;
it was harder to stay balanced.
My ears seized the sound of the water.
I was motionless on the moon,
the stars beside me.
They were my brothers and sisters,
enclosing me,
protecting me.
A tear fell down my cheek.
My eyes awakened,
blue sapphires opening wide to a new experience,
glowing in the moons light.
They were sheltered by long lashes,
batting playfully in confusion.
Happy and crying.
I was releasing water;
my hand cupped the liquid that was rapidly moving past me,
rushing to meet the earth with a swift sound and a crash.
I let the tear fall into my hand
and gently dropped it down
to where it belonged.
"For you".
I told the river,
as well as the stars.
For the stars,
I believe,
have some relationship with tears.
Now,
they had a part of me as well.
What wonders you both hold.
Suppressing secrets against the inquisitive,
who only wish to be a part of you.
"Will you not tell me your secrets?"”
The morning was near
and the sun exploded with a fire
bouncing off the canyon walls
and went down
to dance with the water.
I wish to die in this canyon's fire.
